Doors

As one door closes another opens. If it's dark, find the switch.

Whichever direction or order the road leads too, there will always be traffic lights. Being overtaken by others, passing others, or coming to a halt.
I wonder how much of these I will take in my life.

I noticed the months are going by slowly and somewhat tediously. I kept myself in this monotonous leisure when I am alone, and I wonder if it's right of me to play-off as that bubbly character that makes others smile, when in truth I am not dumb and naive as others perceive me as.

However, I believe my character is noticeable when I am out of work; when I am quiet others assume I am upset, moody, or whatnot. This is not true. It so happens I am comfortable being quiet and observant. There is nothing wrong in that.

For others, the months have been going by quickly. For me, it is the opposite. I have not felt this slow or still, and I am beginning to wonder if something is wrong.